"This place stinks," Axieva said as she walked alongside her godly mate, Rit. She wrinkled her nose in disdain and looked up at him, ears back, wings folded, hooves clicking lightly with each step. She waved a hand in front of her nose. "I did not miss the city."
Because cities, indeed, reeked. To someone with a sensitive nose like hers, it was sensory overload. Humans had a particular...stench about them, and the city stank of human waste and industry and filthy animals kept in cages. Already she missed the wild places outside the human places, but alas, a girl had to eat. Animal meat kept her sated and nourished, but nothing compared to human livers.
And she had learned that society down south was different than her homeland, where perytons and humans came into violent contact frequently. Here, she was an outsider, and so she just had to learn how to cheat the system. She had found her calling in mercenary work, especially bounty hunting. It was a socially acceptable form of killing. How strange humans were.
Of course, to humans, they were the strange ones. Two perytons walking down the road, Axieva especially drawing disdainful stares. As usual, she wasn't wearing much at all: a thick fur skirt, and nothing else. She had gone all her life wearing nothing, or close to it, except when going outside into the cold, and after spending so much time with Rit in the woods, she had forgotten about human modesty. Her bare breasts were small, barely there, but her hips and presentation was feminine enough to give her away. She drew surprised or disgusted looks, or whistles, and Axieva hissed at them in annoyance as they passed.
The reason still hadn't dawned on her.
"I forgot how annoying humans are, too," she muttered under her breath, ears twitching. "What a shrill sound. Hurts my ears."